All in all, a very violent day.
Thursday, 25 August 2011
Recycling Is Good for the Soul
All the things we sorted through yesterday received word of their fate today. We took them to the recycling center--a large hill with containers set aside for all different kinds of refuse--where they told us we would have to rip the covers off all our hard covers books to separate the burnables from the paper. (What?) After a lifetime of treasuring books and guarding them with the utmost respect, I felt pretty good to ripping the stuffing out of Carolyn Keene. After we had disposed of the bodies, my father and I had to flatten the banana boxes they came in. I grabbed a piece of gold metal trimming, held the boxes down with my foot, and beat their corners out of existence.